Top of the morning to ya! I'm Minerva Sparks, Steampunk Novelist, inventor, tinker, and Anarchist. My parents abandoned me when I was a young filly but I made my own life with other orphans. Now we live and work together in an underground abandoned warehouse. I'm a unicorn but my powers don't work too well...
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Setting: New York
Minerva *walks down street, whistling*
Nathaniel: *walking around with Nate, James, and Nat* The big apple...
Minerva: *accidentally runs into you* Wha- oh! Sorry!
Nathaniel: Minerva?! Fancy seeing you here.
Minerva: Hi! I can't believe we found each other in such a big city.
Nathaniel: Me neither. Hey, I want you to meet my oldest son, James.
James: H-hi.
Minerva: Hiya! Hey, I was just about to go get ready for a big steampunk's convention not too far from here, wanna go? There's some cool costume shops nearby if you don't have anything.
Nate: Steampunk? Oh dear lord....
Nathaniel: STEAMPUNK?! *snaps his fingers and is wearing a steampunk costume*
Minerva: Well that was fast. Yeah, though, I'm one of the leading Steampunks in New York, pretty cool, eh? I'm trying to get it more popular.
James: What's 'steampunk'?
Nate: *whispers to James* It's a bunch of douchebags who wear costumes to look like fucking retards....
James: Oh....
Minerva: EXCUSE YOU! It's actually a very detailed counterculture based on Neo-Victorian culture and underground influences with lots of metallics and goggles!
Nate: Which is exactly what I said.
Minerva: Mhm. Sure. *sighs* Well, I guess I won't have enough people to model my new, actually functioning laser guns...
Nathaniel: *gleams with joy as he motions to himself, James and Nat* Huh?
Minerva: Well, I made a few of them, and they're super cool. I sorta make most of my money off these things. I need people to promote them later. But of course, they aren't THAT cool, obviously. *holds hand out, it glows, and 3 laser guns appear* I mean, they only have impeccable brass detailing. *coughs*
Nathaniel: We'll be happy to promote them.
Minerva: Excellent. Just be careful *cough* nate *cough* Because they can, if pointed at something for too long, burn a hole through it.
Nate: Let's hope they burn a hole in my head....
Minerva: Yeah, let's hope.
Nat: *takes one of the laser guns and aims it at Nate's head as Nate's hair burns off* Hahaha.
Minerva: *laughs quickly then stops, grabbing gun from Nat's hand* Not funny. Okay, funny, but not safe.
Guard: *Strolls down a corridor, looking in each cell*.
Minerva: *coughs from cell*
Guard: *Glances in the cell from where a cough emerged*.
Minerva: 'S there a problem?
Guard: Are you ill?
Minerva: If being sick of this place counts, then yes. I'm telling you, I didn't do anything wrong!
Guard: I didn't choose for you to be here. You were marked as mentally unstable.
Minerva: I think outside the box and ahead of the game.
Guard: Sure...
Minerva: It's not like I had anything to lose. Ugh, how much longer in this place anyhow?
Minerva: Is that… it’s Nate!
Nathaniel: Oh yay, she noticed me... *walks over and smiles* Hiya Minerva!
Minerva: Oh, hi! I thought that was you! *blushes* How's life been at the castle? Better yet?
Nathaniel: I haven't told anyone, but... I am about to have a mental breakdown, everything that I do gets monitored and I am going crazy. I used to make models and write stories, but now I just sit around doing absolutely nothing.
Minerva: That's terrible! Maybe... are you into playing piano? Or guitar?
Nathaniel: I play the flute, but I can't even do THAT anymore.
Minerva: Why not?
Nathaniel: I learned a serenade on my flute that can put others to sleep.
Minerva: But that's so cool! All I can do is build things, write poems and sing, and I can't even do any of THAT very well. You must've been great to be able to actually do that with a flute!
Nathaniel: Hey, can I tell you a secret?
Minerva: Of course!
Nathaniel: I'm a mind reader and I control water...
Minerva: *stares and blinks* Well this is new. What am I thinking then?
Nathaniel: *stares at you* You are thinking about kissing me.
Minerva: *blushes furiously* Control some water, then.
Nathaniel: *some water appears over you then falls in a maner to not touch you* Ha.
Minerva: Okay. Fine. You can. I'm terrible at using my magic. The best I can do with it is fix easy repairs. Like, *breaks glasses* See these? *instantly fixed* Ta-da! The best trick in the book! Ha, but let me tell you, it comes in handy.
Nathaniel: That's some pathetic magic... *snickers and smiles*
Minerva: Yeah, I know. Might as well not be a unicorn. *smiles faintly* You're lucky you get wings AND cool magic. It must be great to read people's minds all the time.
Setting: The Shire
Minerva: *stumbles out of random portal into the shire* Well THAT experiment certainly went wrong. Where am I?
Glacial: *Also stumbles out of Portal, following Minerva*. What just happened? I was hiking, and now I'm here...
Minerva: Oh... erm... I was experimenting and trying to send my friend who WASN'T in my lab to ponyville... I guess I routed it wrong... both ways... Anyways, I'm Minerva.
Glacial: Oh, hello. I'm Glacial Gust. It's very warm here...
Minerva: Eh, maybe to you, but i'm stuck in a hidden warehouse filled with furnaces all day, bending over books and gears! Where are you from? And do you know where we are?
Glacial: I'm from Northern Equestria - a small tribe. I'm not sure where we are, but it smells of exotic fruit and trees.
Minerva: Yes, very strange... geez, is this how bright the sun is?
Glacial: Where I'm from it usually isn't this bright. We must be in a Southern region of... somewhere.
Minerva: I haven't been outside since I was about 6 or so. But yes, it appears we're in the south. *pulls pen from behind ear* You wouldn't happen to have a leather bound notebook on you? Or sketchbook? Or, really, any piece of paper.
Glacial: I have my diary and a quill. It seems you already have a quill though.
Minerva: Oh, it's a pen, not a quill! New invention of mine! I swear, when it's finally the 1900's, this thing will be a hit! And would you mind loaning me a sheet from your diary?
Glacial: Oh sure. So you're an inventor?
Minerva: *takes piece of paper* Well, a bit of an inventor, a bit of an artist, a lot of a writer, but above all, a visionary! *laughs* At least, I like to think I am.
Glacial: All right. Why do you need the paper?
Minerva: I'm gonna sketch out a bit of a map on one side, and try to write down the instructions for the portal on the other side. What I remember. That way I can get back to my warehouse...
Glacial: Should we explore so you can chart your map?
Minerva: Of course! What else do you do when you stumble through a portal into an unknown land?
Glacial: Well, I've never been in this scenario before. Oh my, the sun will be going down soon.
Minerva: Wow, really? I guess less people experiment with portals. Wait, the sun's going down? Oh no! I'll meet you back here in 5 minutes, I'm gonna go ask one of the villagers here for a torch of some sort.
Setting: The Shire
Minerva: *stumbles out of random portal into the shire* Well THAT experiment certainly went wrong. Where am I?
Glacial: *Also stumbles out of Portal, following Minerva*. What just happened? I was hiking, and now I'm here...
Minerva: Oh... erm... I was experimenting and trying to send my friend who WASN'T in my lab to ponyville... I guess I routed it wrong... both ways... Anyways, I'm Minerva.
Glacial: Oh, hello. I'm Glacial Gust. It's very warm here...
Minerva: Eh, maybe to you, but i'm stuck in a hidden warehouse filled with furnaces all day, bending over books and gears! Where are you from? And do you know where we are?
Glacial: I'm from Northern Equestria - a small tribe. I'm not sure where we are, but it smells of exotic fruit and trees.
Minerva: Yes, very strange... geez, is this how bright the sun is?
Glacial: Where I'm from it usually isn't this bright. We must be in a Southern region of... somewhere.
Minerva: I haven't been outside since I was about 6 or so. But yes, it appears we're in the south. *pulls pen from behind ear* You wouldn't happen to have a leather bound notebook on you? Or sketchbook? Or, really, any piece of paper.
Glacial: I have my diary and a quill. It seems you already have a quill though.
Minerva: Oh, it's a pen, not a quill! New invention of mine! I swear, when it's finally the 1900's, this thing will be a hit! And would you mind loaning me a sheet from your diary?
Glacial: Oh sure. So you're an inventor?
Minerva: *takes piece of paper* Well, a bit of an inventor, a bit of an artist, a lot of a writer, but above all, a visionary! *laughs* At least, I like to think I am.
Glacial: All right. Why do you need the paper?
Minerva: I'm gonna sketch out a bit of a map on one side, and try to write down the instructions for the portal on the other side. What I remember. That way I can get back to my warehouse...
Glacial: Should we explore so you can chart your map?
Minerva: Of course! What else do you do when you stumble through a portal into an unknown land?
Setting: The Shire
Minerva: *stumbles out of random portal into the shire* Well THAT experiment certainly went wrong. Where am I?
Glacial: *Also stumbles out of Portal, following Minerva*. What just happened? I was hiking, and now I'm here...
Minerva: Oh... erm... I was experimenting and trying to send my friend who WASN'T in my lab to ponyville... I guess I routed it wrong... both ways... Anyways, I'm Minerva.
Glacial: Oh, hello. I'm Glacial Gust. It's very warm here...
Minerva: Eh, maybe to you, but i'm stuck in a hidden warehouse filled with furnaces all day, bending over books and gears! Where are you from? And do you know where we are?
Glacial: I'm from Northern Equestria - a small tribe. I'm not sure where we are, but it smells of exotic fruit and trees.
Minerva: Yes, very strange... geez, is this how bright the sun is?
Glacial: Where I'm from it usually isn't this bright. We must be in a Southern region of... somewhere.
Minerva: I haven't been outside since I was about 6 or so. But yes, it appears we're in the south. *pulls pen from behind ear* You wouldn't happen to have a leather bound notebook on you? Or sketchbook? Or, really, any piece of paper.
Glacial: I have my diary and a quill. It seems you already have a quill though.
Minerva: Oh, it's a pen, not a quill! New invention of mine! I swear, when it's finally the 1900's, this thing will be a hit! And would you mind loaning me a sheet from your diary?
Glacial: Oh sure. So you're an inventor?
Minerva: *takes piece of paper* Well, a bit of an inventor, a bit of an artist, a lot of a writer, but above all, a visionary! *laughs* At least, I like to think I am.
Glacial: All right. Why do you need the paper?
Minerva: I'm gonna sketch out a bit of a map on one side, and try to write down the instructions for the portal on the other side. What I remember. That way i can get back to my warehouse...
Setting: The Shire
Minerva: *stumbles out of random portal into the shire* Well THAT experiment certainly went wrong. Where am I?
Glacial: *Also stumbles out of Portal, following Minerva*. What just happened? I was hiking, and now I'm here...
Minerva: Oh... erm... I was experimenting and trying to send my friend who WASN'T in my lab to ponyville... I guess I routed it wrong... both ways... Anyways, I'm Minerva.
Glacial: Oh, hello. I'm Glacial Gust. It's very warm here...
Minerva: Eh, maybe to you, but i'm stuck in a hidden warehouse filled with furnaces all day, bending over books and gears! Where are you from? And do you know where we are?
Glacial: I'm from Northern Equestria - a small tribe. I'm not sure where we are, but it smells of exotic fruit and trees.
Minerva: Yes, very strange... geez, is this how bright the sun is?
Glacial: Where I'm from it usually isn't this bright. We must be in a Southern region of... somewhere.
Minerva: I haven't been outside since I was about 6 or so. But yes, it appears we're in the south. *pulls pen from behind ear* You wouldn't happen to have a leather bound notebook on you? Or sketchbook? Or, really, any piece of paper.
Setting: The Shire
Minerva: *stumbles out of random portal into the shire* Well THAT experiment certainly went wrong. Where am I?
Glacial: *Also stumbles out of Portal, following Minerva*. What just happened? I was hiking, and now I'm here...
Minerva: Oh... erm... I was experimenting and trying to send my friend who WASN'T in my lab to ponyville... I guess I routed it wrong... both ways... Anyways, I'm Minerva.
Glacial: Oh, hello. I'm Glacial Gust. It's very warm here...
Minerva: Eh, maybe to you, but i'm stuck in a hidden warehouse filled with furnaces all day, bending over books and gears! Where are you from? And do you know where we are?
Glacial: I'm from Northern Equestria - a small tribe. I'm not sure where we are, but it smells of exotic fruit and trees.
Minerva: Yes, very strange... geez, is this how bright the sun is?
Setting: The Shire
Minerva: *stumbles out of random portal into the shire* Well THAT experiment certainly went wrong. Where am I?
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